One of my many deeply-held convictions is that my children get their perverse natures from their father. It is totally reasonable, in my opinion, to blame him for most, if not all, of their personality flaws-- the largest being their sheer perversity of nature.
Take TLo. For six weeks straight she would eat nothing but cottage cheese and applesauce. By the sixth week, I’d decided that we would not be making any extra trips to the grocery store for cottage cheese that week and bought three large containers (at a pretty hefty price, I might add). The next day TLo announced that she “hates cottage cheese” and outright refused to eat any. I ate a lot of cottage cheese for the next two weeks.
If that doesn’t convince you, take The Big One instead. She insisted for six months that she wanted a birthday party at the horse ranch. Then last week when my mother suddenly remembered that she had purchased a party package from a horse-farm at a charity auction, The Big One suddenly decided that nothing would do but to go to the Princess Party place instead.
Now, it’s true that these little foibles are fleeting. Being 5 and 6, the girls aren’t really of a mental temperament to hold out very long on these quirky changes in preference. They don’t really have the attention span for it. It is, however, highly annoying and I firmly blame their father for this fickleness of mind.
Until today. Today, sadly, I think I will have to admit that maybe, just maybe, they get some of this from me.
Last week I wore a top made from an independent pattern company that I hadn’t worn for well over a year. I decided that due to some initial fitting adjustment errors I would perhaps take the pattern out and try it again, because I really like it but it doesn’t fit quite right. Once I started thinking about it, I remembered that the pattern required some internal construction that was not including in the instructions. Since I figured if I made it again I would probably blog and/or review it, I thought I had better ask the pattern designer just what the intention was for that part of the design.
Happily, said pattern designer replied by making me a very generous offer. “Hold off on making the pattern again and I’ll send you a newly released edition with revisions”. Well, I’ve never been one to turn down a good bribe, especially one of such a kindly and generous nature. So I replied that I would be happy to hold off, because of course what I say I’m going to sew and when I actually get around to doing it are two completely different things.
Except now I’m wandering around my studio aimlessly, avoiding all other possible projects…. because I want to sew that pattern. I must sew it. Must! It calls my name temptingly, “Seeeew meeee….. seeeewwww meeeee…..”
Argh.
